A thick host of heather kissed close by the weather,
Whose plum-cherry harmonies bloom with the wind,
A wild-berry cedar or peregrine feather,
A sober repentance of that to be sinned,
A mug of emotion, a honey-gold ocean,
A sprinkling of lavender, bushels of thyme,
A scarlet bouquet of the sun on a hilltop,
A wildflower meadow of reason and rhyme-
-A pocket of thunderclouds, handfuls of dew,
These are the jewels I have gathered for you
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